fic Giovanni S/X NC-17
kyrieane
Title Giovanni
Pairing S/X
Rating nc-17
Summary based on a series of pics.
Disclaimer Joss and Santa are not on the same page, therefore the boys
will not be showing up in my stocking anytime soon!
Voyeur
He stands at the window, looking out. Pale watery moonlight dancing
across the front yard, bouncing off platinum blond hair. Spike slouches
under his tree, keeping guard against all the nasties of the night.
Never minding that he was one of those nasties. Stands there and
smokes, smokes and twitches. Almost like he can feel Xander's eyes on
him. Like he knows.
Xander pulls the slats of the blinds further apart. Eyes locked on the
figure under the tree, hand languidly fisting his cock. Stroke and
slide, gather up the fluid dripping from the slit, coat his shaft to
make the motion smoother.
Spike brings the fag to his lips, hollowing his cheeks to take a deep
pull. Azure eyes shutter, sooty lashes brushing sharp cheekbones.
Xander imagines his cock giving the blonde that look of bliss. That
those pale lips were wrapped tight around the base of his cock; nose
buried deep in dark curls. Slim fingers twitching and twisting around
his balls.
The lazy warmth in the pit of his belly turns molten. Racing through
his blood to explode in his brain. He wants Spike.
His breath becomes ragged, dry and coarse in his mouth. The blunt
fingers on his cock move faster, rougher. The blinds snap shut, the
fingers holding them open now reaching around to skitter across his
ass. Slide down the slick crease between his cheeks, two fingers
pushing deep inside his hole. Pull on his shaft brush against his
prostate, rock back on his heels, forward on his toes, resting his head
against the wall. Balls tense, pull tight against his body, strangled
cry erupting from his throat. Thick ropes of cum erupting from his
cock.
Xander drops to his knees, collapses against the wall, and peers out
the edge of the blinds. Gone.
Curves
Spike stands in the doorway, watching Xander masturbate. Tingles when
he sees Xander push his fingers in his own ass, roughly fist his cock.
Wants to catch Xander when he falls to the floor, but is instead caught
by the sight of him running his fingers through the fluid on the wall,
and painting his lips with them. And hears his name whispered.
"Spike."
Floating through the silver shadows and Spike is there, trailing one
hand down the seductive curve of Xander's back. The boy arches into
the caress, thoughtless motion. Xander has heard Spike's voice, felt
his touch often enough in his own imagination, he doesn't register
that this is real. Until Spike follows the line of his spine with his
tongue.
Xander has to look, has to see that perfect face pressed against his
skin. Opening his eyes, he glances back. Spike mouths the flesh at the
small of his back. Tongue dancing out to lap up drops of sweat,
trailing lines of pure fire across the top of Xander's ass. Strong
hands push his thighs apart, fingers reaching up to spread twin cheeks,
and then Spike is blowing cool air over his hole. Tiny flicks of his
tongue wetting the sensitive flesh, then prodding gently.
"Pet?" And Xander relaxes. Spike slides his tongue inside, slow
even strokes. Finds Xander's prostate and dances around it. He pushes
his hand between Xander's hip and the floor, wrapping cool fingers
around a hot cock and holding him still.
Xander releases a low plaintive cry.
Spike puts his finger over the slit, rubbing and smearing sticky fluid
around the flesh. Drives his tongue deeper and faster. Revels in the
incoherent sounds falling from the boy's mouth. Feels Xanders sac
draw up tight, and knows.
"Now pet." Jacks hard and Xander is spilling over into his hand and
calling out to every god he has heard of.
One hand making soothing circles on Xanders back, calming the shudders
and quivers, other hand tucked up under his face, tongue darting out to
lap up the cooling semen.
Spike pokes and prods until Xander lumbers to his feet, trip dances
across the room to tumble in a heap on the bed. Spike curls behind him.
Spooning in to absorb the heat and scents drenching his body.
"How long, luv?" Spike's whisper is low and fluid, ghosting
across Xander's shoulder like the moonlight.
"Forever, Spike. Forever." And Xander sighs.
Morning Light
The moment Xander left the bed, Spike woke. His eyes slit open, just
enough to see the boy pad naked across the room and stand in front of
the window. He pushed the blinds to the side, looking out into the
morning shadows.
His lips moved, a silent prayer to greet the day, and the sun broke the
horizon. Sharp golden streaks traced and caressed the curves of his
face, dusting the already bronzed flesh with a multitude of dancing
sparkles. Spike stared, then snapped his eyes shut, forever imprinting
the sight into his memory.
Then Xander was sliding back into bed, bringing the <i>light</i> and
the <i>gold</i> and the <i>pure</i> with him. Pressing against his
lover to share the bounty. Spike drank it all in.
"Xan?" The word was buried under morning streaked hair; fire
polished skin, Xander heard it anyway. Heard the millions of questions
and pleas hidden in the vampire's voice.
"I've watched the sunrise just about every morning for six years.
Every one could be my last, and I want a memory."
And Spike understood. He slid two fingers inside Xander's still slick
passage, "Tell me about the sunrise."
Xander let out a hitching breath, pushed back against the fingers
twisting and opening him. Then Spike was replacing his fingers with the
head of his cock. Jutting hips making indents in the soft flesh of his
ass. And Xander felt something click, in his heart, in his soul. All
the missing pieces of his life fell into place and he was whole, spots
he didn't know were empty, were suddenly full.
Spike was rocking, languid liquid thrusts, watching.
"Oh.... Fuck.... Spike..."
"Shh, pet. Tell me bout the sunrise."
"Gold and light and so hot it sears my eyes but i have to watch, have
to...oh...look. Please...I can feel the rays touching my skin, digging
into my blood." He pushes his head back, resting against Spikes
shoulder. Spike follows the curve of Xander's hip, threading his
fingers in short wiry curls, stroking the flesh around the base of
Xander' shaft.
"Oh god...the fire reds and oranges light up the sky, painting it
with streaks of pure color.... Oh, god, Spike...I can't...and the sun
breaks..." Xander thrusts into Spikes hand, curls back onto his cock,
and shatters.
Saifai
Still haven't come up with anything better than "Guh" to say the second
time around.
Mmm...